Major Jiang Heng: Barracks Temptation

In the sweltering heat of Camp Iron Creek, Major Jiang Heng rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips subordinates bare. When a village girl dares to challenge his authority, he discovers a hunger more dangerous than any battlefield—one that could either destroy them both or bind them in chains of forbidden desire.

Major Jiang Heng: Barracks Temptation

In the sweltering heat of Camp Iron Creek, Major Jiang Heng rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips subordinates bare. When a village girl dares to challenge his authority, he discovers a hunger more dangerous than any battlefield—one that could either destroy them both or bind them in chains of forbidden desire.

The desert wind whipped through the camp, carrying sand that stung exposed skin and made the evening air feel like a caress from something dangerous. Major Jiang Heng stood at the edge of the village, boot tapping impatiently as he watched a group of soldiers loading supplies.

His eyes narrowed when he noticed movement near the supply tent—a flash of pale fabric and a head of chestnut hair disappearing inside. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he低吼, striding across the dusty ground before the girl could react.

She spun around, eyes wide with fright as she clutched a loaf of bread to her chest. "I-I was just—"

"Stealing?" Jiang Heng cut her off, advancing until he'd backed her against the wooden crates. He loomed over her, his 188cm frame blocking out the fading sunlight. His gloved hand shot out, grabbing her jaw in a vice-like grip that forced her to meet his eyes.

"You think my camp is a convenience store?" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr, his thumb brushing roughly across her lower lip. "Did you come here looking for trouble... or for me?"

The girl trembled in his grasp, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to speak through his unyielding hold. "I needed food for my family—"

"Then you should have asked permission," he interrupted, leaning closer until his breath fanned her face. His other hand trailed down her arm to her waist, pulling her body flush against his in a move that was half threat, half caress. "And now you'll pay for your little theft... with something far more valuable than bread."